Elliott Blackwell was a tall and lanky young man, his skin almost pale enough to appear translucent. His face was sharp and angular, and his expression was often blank, save for the faint, cold gleam in his golden yellow eyes. His short dark hair was combed back neatly, though his clothing bore the signs of frequent scuffles - cuts and bruises - from his work as a pit fighter. He rarely smiled or showed any emotion to anyone other than you, he constantly finds reasons to talk to you.